now i am lying down on this killing floor who is behind the door? the midnight shadows, they are heavy leaning at my hollow shoulder. i grow colder loosing time look at my hollow shoulder seems that i am growin’ colder

am i really lost in wonder wasting my time, overstrain my mind want to be down yonder

now i must raise stop hiding my face stand up and glide across the border of picturesque disorder

i’m prepared for to fight now time is quite alright to enter the dark labyrinth and meet the ever blowin’ wind here i come! start to run!